A tiny sliver of moon in the sky tonight, almost flat on its back. On our honeymoon a lovely Italian lady told us "In Italy we say the moon is a liar. When he say crescendo he is diminuendo. When he say diminuendo he is crescendo".
Had a mad weekend in Dublin, came back Sunday morning and had a roast dinner in the pub. The kids went down to one of the neighbours, YM wallowed in Liverpool beating Man U, and I had an hour of weeding. There's sorrel up in the vegetable patch, the first signs of mint, and I have things to plant. Had some sorrel in my cheese sandwich this lunchtime. Am feeling excited about spring.